The heavy-lift helicopter touched down on the reinforced roof of the Lyon glass fortress, the blades cutting through the freezing winter rain.
Lucian didn't wait for the Enforcers. He stepped onto the wet tarmac, his massive body shielding Elara from the wind while Leo slept soundly in the tactical carrier strapped to his broad chest. The victory in Geneva still hummed in their blood—a vibrant, intoxicating high of absolute power.
But as the private elevator doors opened into the penthouse, the triumphant energy instantly shattered.
Jerome stood in the foyer. The Beta’s jaw was locked tight, his hand resting conspicuously over the concealed weapon inside his tailored suit.
"Alpha. Luna," Jerome said, his voice clipped with lethal tension. "We have an unauthorized arrival in the sec
